Heartache swells from below the heart
radiant concentric flutter
constant, lessening, or growing
intensity, makes its way up
the center of the chest, to touch the throat
lips then eyes, I cannot tell
through the mind to escape
vapor, wisps of could-have-been
loops back, mounts
again yet again
much like joy with a twist
not touching the extremities
just spirals to a void
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 